i swallow all my unsent letters & wonder why i wake up thinner. so i sneak into other people's family dinners, just to hold their hands and bow my head and let someone else be thankful. they murmur grace while i ease into place but i don't want to be served, i'm planning my escape. i steal away to steal bottles of wine from the basement, singing, i
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[& there's always more, isn't there]
thank you.
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